Persephone

from Notes from the Underground by Fian

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lyrics

Death begets death!
Our dark mother
And her shriveled womb
Is fertile as a mass grave
Yes she loves you
She wants you so bad
Her incestuous desire
You’ve never seen something so fucked up
In all your life.
Give me more time!
Death my sweet mother
Oh, where is thy sting?
I asked her without any fear
Until she hissed and whispered “here”
I’m not ready
I’ve got so much to do
Never finished what I started
Now behold all things are made new
Who do you think you are
You think you’re some kind of movie star?
We’re all in this atrocity
So you aren’t any better than me
You pretentious little shit
You are looking to get hit
Oh shall I bow before you sire?
In the court of the Great Equalizer?
Want to hear something funny?
Hilarious? Absurd?
We’re all going to hang
On Mother’s every word
Respiratory cycle of breath
It’s reciprocal to this circle of death
Breathe
Breathe in the bad air
Don’t grieve
You’ve got no time to despair
Firstborn of creation
Firstborn of the dead
Let us drink the wine
Let us eat the bread
All this talk about life and death
I know it makes me seem depressed
And perhaps I’m a little obsessed
It’s one of maybe five subjects
Which is able to arrest
My undivided interest
Mother I’m trying to behave
When I go to my bed
Will you tuck me in my grave?
Please swallow this pill
Imagine if you will
This promise of an ending ever unfulfilled
A world without any war
Still rotten to the core
I’m willing to bet it’d be a colossal bore
I heard
They put chemicals in our food
To regulate mortality
Cuz the overarching oligarchs
Fear for the economy
Signs for the end in the beginning
We’ve been drafted for a war
That we know we won’t be winning
The womb was a tomb
Death was in the bloom
It should be obvious to you
But to reiterate we’re doomed
It may be hard to hear
And it may be kinda shitty
To know like everybody else
You won’t be rotting pretty
We’re all headed for a gurney
I don’t care what they tell you
The destination
Is more real the journey

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from Notes from the Underground, released February 22, 2022

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